The waking moments of your dream,
hits reality and you want to scream.
Death of the spirit in its realm
fear and sadness in the regime.
Pointless and wandering
in streets where you bred.
The silent pondering
for the signs that you dread.
Why did you forsake your soul
to reap the unrequited harvest.
Prisoners of a distant goal
where did you fail in your test.
Did you lie and appease your being
for your sanity in its sanctuary.
Did you fall for the lust you were fleeing,
was it real or just contrary.
You wanna see the other side of life.
wishing for the demons that prey your being.
Looking for the lowest level of deprivation,
working your mind against the stream.
Reality is an enigmatic square
where is the answer to all your dreams.
Razed by deviated minds in their lust for power
losing your sanity to the mindless screams.
The wailing mothers, wives and children in their loss,
why did it happen why did they kill all our means.
Lovely lovely lovely.... 😍😍😍
This is wonderful! Whilst reading this I put myself in the position of answering each and every rhetorical question, and it definitely made me think and reflect on many, many things, as good poetry should. Well done, and thank you for sharing!
PS: If you are interested and have some spare time, I have some poetry on my blog too. :)
Thank you for reading and your kind words. I am happy that my words made you reflect and ponder. I will surely check out your blog.
Peace !!!
You're welcome, and thank you so much! :)